I need to pen a poem about him,
As he wanders in circuses far and wide,
He makes the people laugh and
Cry in delight,
With his pink hair and red nose,
He is quite a sight,
He sometimes rests after a day of entertaining,
But after the facade is wiped out, only droopy lips remain,
He wonders how and when the sun sets and rises,
Like a lost lamb, he sometimes bleats softly to see if anyone hears,
Standing tall but feeling small,
He walks the paths of many gone before,
He makes the whole world laugh yet waits for the one who will make his soul smile
I see him,
And willingly meet him in the silence of the wired worlds,
Where words abound and sense of time is gone.
;)

© shaqila

I wrap you around with my wings,
Do you feel the warmth?
I enclose you so that your
Head lies on my ******* of feathers.
I am your angel sent by the universe,
Because you asked, I came,
You asked to be loved,
I love you,
You asked to be comforted,
I comfort you,
You asked to be forgiven,
God forgives you, Forgive yourself,
You asked where was my angel then,
She was a little late in the making,
I am here now,
Rest, son, rest, as they say on earth,
It will be okay!

© shaqila 21, 11, 2012

Sometimes when ev'ning lamps are ebbing low
And all the earth lies hushed in solemn sleep
Within my lonely heart there burns a glow,
As lengthening shadows about me creep.

My weary glance falls o'er the dismal room
Where with rapturous eyes I seem to see
Beyond thick cobwebs, dust and direst gloom
A merry host of friends-my own library!

Worn musty books on shelves from olden days,
Brittle pages yellowed by hands of time,
Illuminating night with gladsome rays,
Lifting my bleak spirit to realms sublime.

Trooping merrily before my rapt gaze
Into flick'ring lamplight I watch them come,
Quaint men and ladies of forgotten days;
Golden laughter echoing in my home.

Into my eyes they smile, murm'ring with grace
Aerial speech they blithely chat with me,
They seem to belong to another race
Wakening in my heart sweet melody.

Dying lamplight sputters and they are gone.
Vanished! I stare about but find I none
Save a drowsy thrush flutes with hush of dawn
Only myself in the parlour alone.

~Hilda~

Lavender rose, thy petals broken,
So hap'ly crushed beneath careless feet.
Damask perfume breathes melody sweet
From thy bruised heart a weeping token.

Upon thoughts so drear my spirit dwells,
Shaken with guilt and hopeless despair;
Mourning to know harsh words and grim cares
Break cherished ones to death's angry knells.

No more able to shout defiance
Of their wild laughter or moods forlorn
When once from our grasp the rose be torn,
Instead of clamour - empty silence.

**~Hilda~